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This Poetry Thing

This Poetry Thing

I think this poetry thing
Is going to my head
Since now I can’t even think
Without putting my thoughts into stanzas
Without inserting needless line breaks
Without rhyming random words

I think this poetry thing
Is going to my head
Since now I can’t look at anything
Without hearing the whisper of the trees
Without seeing the story of the clouds
Without smelling the adventures in the kitchen

I think this poetry thing
Is going to my head
Since now I can’t write anything
Without making it a poem
Without chopping it into formats
Without putting it on my blog

I think this poetry thing
Is going to my head
Since now I’m supposed to be doing everything else
But, of course, I’m writing poetry

I have to chuckle because it is happening to me too. Great poem! Small story, I am in Michael’s today and there is a lady buying a basket of miniatures. If she had one, she had 2,000. Everyone was avoiding her line. I got right in it and waited. Seeing her purchases as a future poem or short story and not being in a hurry, I decided to avoid the other lines. There were two other lines both with about 10 people in them each. I still got out of there faster and was delighted by her basket of miniatures. So my point, I think this poetry thing is going to my head!